My oldest son, Perry August Burton
If you are lucky your 23-year old son comes to your house with his sweet wife to visit and eat your cooking. He hugs you and talks to you about important things, like school and money and church. He sits on the floor and plays with your dog and goes downstairs to bang on his old drum set, which now belongs to his 15-year old brother who is too cool to admit he idolizes him.
If you are lucky you exchange texts and follow each other on instagram. You are real-life and virtual friends.
And the best thing is that he is your boy. Forever.